28

Dove

"Are you sure he won't, like…" Sana trailed off, watching Seven cross the field over to us at the small outdoor arena ring.

"—Kill us," Brynn finished, nervously clutching her foam weapon. White gauze bandaged her wounds, the edges of the deep scars protruding at the edge near her shoulder. With the help of her earth fox form, the healing progressed quickly.

"He's the best at the academy. Don't you want to learn from the best?" I asked, not quite believing the words myself as I repeated Seven's, which is why I had invited them in the first place.

"You can trick Sana, but I saw him almost kill you in Varma's class," Brynn reminded me.

Truth be told, I was a little scared myself after the last time. But not of death. Of that moment of losing control right there in front of the entire academy. When the two of us truly came together as Fated mates.

"He wasn't going to kill me. He's my Fated."

"Right, like your other Fated who put Vince in a coma," Brynn whispered, shooting me a look. "Sorry, but just because they won't hurt you doesn't mean we're safe." Brynn's thumb flicked between her and Sana.

A deep voice grumbled from behind us, "You're safe."

Brynn screamed, leaping several feet up into the air, her sword flying off into the distance. Sana kept her cool, wearing the outfit I had given her and seeming far more comfortable in the blasphemous black than before.

I smiled at Kairos, letting his arms wrap around me, his lips pressing to the top of my head.

Seven glared sharply as he reached us, spending extra glaring time on me because I had his special hatred. "Who said I was training these other two kits? One's enough."

Brynn nodded with a little too much enthusiasm, "You're right, I should go. Have fun—"

"Brynn," I insisted, holding her arm, matching Seven's glare. "Are you ready, or do you enjoy being ten minutes late?"

Seven's face pinched into a snarl, but began the lesson. He went over some different moves, using Kairos as his practice opponent. When I fought against Sana, I could tell she had improved since the last time. We sparred for half an hour, while Brynn observed Seven and Kairos. Sana got a few free shots as my eyes kept drifting over to my Fated. It was practically a professional weapons match; the two men sparred in full force, sweating and absolutely glistening with godlike power.

"Fess up, Dove," Brynn said from beside me.

"Huh?" I said, forcing my eyes to my friend. Sana watched me with a huge grin.

Brynn snorted, gesturing to my Fated. "Your eyes are begging for those two to strip down."

My eyes widened in shock, "Not in front of you," I grumbled, the foxfire zinging with jealousy.

Brynn laughed, nudging me, "Aw, how cute. You're so defensive." She gave me a reassuring smile, "I'm kidding, Dove. I wouldn't even think about it. Besides, your mates all scare me half to death. Especially the big one. Speaking of, where is he?"

"Skirmish practice and weight lifting. The season is about to start and he's bulking up for his first matches against other academies. And Enko is sweet, really. He just has a feral side like all of us."

Brynn's eyebrows raised. "Is it even possible for him to bulk up? The man's a freaking colossus."

Sana came to my other side as we watched the two men fight. She cleared her throat awkwardly, jerking her chin up at them, "Have you...you know…mated yet?"

Seven and Kairos both stumbled, making it clear they had been eavesdropping.

"Sana!" I hissed, covering my cheeks and closing my eyes as both my Fated turned to me for a moment before returning to their fight.

"What?" she asked coyly. "Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?"

"Not Mel," I said, thinking of her comments about how slutty it was.

" Especially Mel," Brynn said, shaking her head in disbelief.

Sana poked two fingers together in front of her, "Do you keep it one on one or...like…" Sana entangled her fingers from both hands.

"Oh, goddess, would the two of you please shut up," I begged, peeking at the fight between Seven and Kairos once more, knowing their keen ears heard everything.

Brynn rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on, we're your friends. And you are definitely the most experienced here with three mates. We deserve some of your wisdom."

"Wisdom? I have no idea what you're talking about. I know nothing about that stuff. And, no, we haven't mated yet," I whispered, desperately hoping for a topic change.

Seven turned as soon as I spoke, stalking toward me and closing the distance. Kairos matched him, both prowling toward me like prey. Seven rounded behind me, causing both Brynn and Sana to back ten feet away. Neither made any move to escape watching the show. I'd say they even looked excited about the trouble they'd caused.

"You call what we did nothing ?" Seven whispered from behind me, stroking my hair over my shoulder so his teeth could graze against my neck.

Kairos approached, his eyes only for me as he spoke. "Girls, training's over for today. Our Fated needs other forms of instruction."

"Kairos!" I squealed, concerned that I actually might die of embarrassment.

My so-called friends died of laughter at my expense. And they only laughed harder when Kairos leaned over, tossing me over his shoulder. I dismally waved goodbye to my friends as he carried me away, making sure to feign some indignation before they got the wrong idea.

"Why am I always being carried? I have legs, you know!" I hollered, drawing more attention to myself from the other students.

Kairos carried me like a sack of potatoes, his arm wrapped around the backs of my knees and blood rushing to my head from draping upside-down over his back. He made it look effortless with the help of his super-strength. Seven stalked behind us, a secret sneer telling me he knew something I didn't.

When Kairos entered the dorm room, I let out a relieved laugh, "You can put me down now. I think you made enough of a scene."

Neither responded, instead, I was carried over to the bed. Seven watched as Kairos placed me onto the mattress.

"Hold her wrists," came Kairos' stern command.

Seven swooped around, kneeling by my head, staring down at me as he firmly held my wrists in place above me. Kairos tugged at my leggings, and then my panties, leaving exposed to them.

"Wha-a-?" I stammered at the movements and Kairos' head lowering between my thighs.

His tongue swept over me and I gasped in shocked delight. Seven's lips crashed against mine, taking my open mouth and using his tongue to silence me. I moaned against him as Kairos' tongue stroked me to oblivion, probing into me as Seven's did my mouth.

Seven's teeth bit at my lip gently as he pulled away, I was gasping for air, my entire body quivering, climbing toward the edge—

"Take her, Kairos," Seven encouraged, causing Kairos' to withdraw as well. His mouth glistened with my essence, a bulge straining against his pants.

"Not without Enko," Kairos said.

"You know his feral side is never going to play nice," Seven groaned, earning a sharp frown from Kairos. "How does she taste?"

"Try," Kairos said. I lifted my wrists, but Kairos took Seven's place, pushing them back down. "No, Dove, stay still."

He stared down at me with his stormy blue eyes, a tornado about to ravage me for disobeying. His hands reached for the hem of my shirt, beginning to show an inch of skin, two inches of my stomach.

"No," I panicked, thinking of my scars ruining the beauty of our moment, "I want my shirt on."

Seven raised his eyebrows, watching Kairos tug the shirt back down before lowering his head. Neither seemed bothered by the request. I gasped as Seven's mouth met my sex, more ferocious than Kairos. Kairos' mouth met the crest of my breast, sucking around the fabric, then the same with the other as Seven drove me mad. His tongue ravished me, twisting and curling right to my sensitive peak. Kairos kissed and sucked his way up my neck, along my jaw. I cried out as I reached the edge again—

"Goddess, she's so responsive," Seven remarked as he pulled back, his fingers replacing his mouth as he moved in tantalizing slow circles. A tremor ran through as his fingers glided over me, pulling me back, but not too far.

"Are you trying to torture me?" I cried out, expecting to go ignored again, but this time they reacted.

Kairos pressed his lips to my forehead. "In the best way."

"Edging," Seven moaned as his mouth returned between my thighs. "We're going to make you come harder than you ever have before."

His words shot an ache within me, the hunger to be filled, to reach the craving and let my quivering, breathless, pining body rest.

"Should I let her?" Seven asked as he retreated, his fingers stroking the bundle of nerves within me gently. Too gently.

"Yes!" I cried out before I could stop myself. "Please."

"She's begging. Don't you love when she begs?" Kairos commented. They were back to ignoring me. "Maybe you should reward her."

Seven tugged my legs up over his shoulders and dragged me into his face. His tongue returned to the cycle, two of his fingers entering me slowly, beginning to find a rhythm, matching the light sucking and kneading of his tongue. Trembling moans released as I found the blissful end, crying out gleefully.

"Well, Seven? How does she taste?" My eyes flashed open, finding Kairos grinning down at me.

"Strawberries. And cream." His chest rose and fell as his tongue glided over his lips.